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... ncontrollably. Before his sorrowful tears could fall, the bleak morning wind arrived first. The gust made his robes flutter noisily, and the handful of yellow soil in his hand scattered, dusting his face.
Prince Wu was left disoriented by the wind, coughing repeatedly as he tasted the grit in his mouth. His already worn clothes looked even more ragged, leaving him in a thoroughly pitiable state. Heartbroken, he stroked his most expensive garment, muttering curses as he retreated into his ...
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